Chapter 9: A Bad Encounter

  It should be a cool season, but for some reason, today's temperature is particularly hot. Maybe the old man in the sky has taken a new wife! Otherwise, why would the weather be so fiery?

  For men, apart from scoring a goal, the most exciting thing should be reforming the system and reinstating polygamy!

  You're telling me, it's really like that.

  Otherwise, how would Jiang Xiaoqiao loudly declare to the whole dormitory early in the morning that she could no longer tolerate her current boyfriend's fifth infidelity and officially returned to being single?

  "Can you stand it until he cheats for the fifth time? You're also too resilient!" Liang Xue said while applying BB cream in front of the mirror.

  "So, when it comes to outsmarting and outbraving those mistresses, I'm the most experienced!" Jiang Xiaoqiao patted her chest, as if showing off, yet also as if she was thumping her chest in frustration.

  "If it's uncomfortable, just say it out loud, don't pretend to be calm and hold it in, as if you've experienced all the sourness, sweetness, bitterness, and spiciness of life." Liang Xuekai put down the mirror, turned around and walked towards Jiang Xiaoqiao's drawer, took out Jiang Xiaoqiao's newly bought mascara, "Hey, lend me this to use for a bit."

  The disgruntled Jiang Xiaoqiao really couldn't hold it in, and immediately burst into loud wails like a shrew who had been wronged, without any restraint at all.

  At this time, Jiang Yun, who was still sleeping in bed, was also awakened by Jiang Xiaoqiao's crying. She sat up from the bed with her eyes closed and kept muttering to herself, "Ah! Is it on fire?"

  I picked up the half bottle of mineral water beside me and threw it at Jiang Yun, saying: "Quick! Jiang Yun, put out the fire!"

  Only saw Jiang Yun skillfully open the mineral water bottle, "gulp gulp gulp" down a big mouthful, then fell asleep like a dead pig again.

  I picked up the mobile phone beside me and planned to go to the underground civil air defense mall on Chongqing Road to replace a shell for my mobile phone.

  At this time, the mobile phone ringtone still rang out of tune, it was an unfamiliar number.

  "Hello! Who are you looking for?" I greeted politely first.

  After listening to the brief description on the phone, I sketched out the outline of that little punk from yesterday in my mind.

  That's right, it's him! He's asking me to meet him at the basketball court now! I really can't tell if this is a surprise or a shock, but somehow I agreed.

  I don't know what's wrong with kids these days, do they all like that kind of sweaty and exhilarating feeling?

  Although I extremely dislike the state of being drenched in sweat, I absolutely do not oppose my future boyfriend appearing before me in such a manner; on the contrary, I think that kind of man has a full dose of masculinity.

  The little punk who slowly walked up to me had a forehead full of sweat, a sexy tight-fitting sports vest, subtle muscle lines, and a basketball tucked under his right arm.

  After watching it, I really want to give a good review.

  "It's coming down really fast!" the little punk said.

  He stood straight in front of me, his figure completely blocking the intense light in front of me.

  Against the sunlight, his body outline appeared with a golden edge. At this moment, he was radiant all over.

  "My name is Fang Wenke, I forgot to introduce myself yesterday." He said, looking at me without a word, and continued.

  "Ah! Hello, my name is Li Weiming." I responded to his greeting with a hint of shyness, feeling a strange atmosphere slowly spreading between us.

  "Is there something going on that you're looking for me?" I asked in pursuit.

  "What are you going to do later? Do you have time at noon? Let's eat together!"

  I know this is a trick that guys often use to pick up girls, although I've seen such scenes many times before, but experiencing it in person is really the first time.

  "I'm going to take a trip to Chongqing Road, so I won't eat dinner."

  I was about to bid farewell, when Fang Wenke suddenly passed the basketball to his brother behind him and said to me in a firm tone: "I'll accompany you there, and then we'll have lunch together."

  I watched as Fang Wenke's basketball bounced twice on the ground before steadily falling into a boy's hands.

  Those hands that just caught the ball, I couldn't be more familiar with them, they were Zhu Yang's.

  At this moment, Zhu Yang is standing ten meters away from me.

  I face against the warm sunlight and gaze towards where the red sun is located.

  He is still wearing that basketball uniform, still with that innocent and unyielding face, still the Zhu Yang I love dearly.

  Within this ten-meter distance, Zhu Yang and I looked at each other. In the exchange of eyes, there was a surprise and embarrassment that old lovers had not seen for many years, as well as a growing sense of estrangement.

  I even feel that the ten-meter distance between me and Zhuyang is insurmountable for this life.

  I didn't expect that my direct confrontation with Zhu Yang would be such a turning point.

  At this moment, I really want to rush in front of Zhu Yang and ask him why he came to this school, why he cheated on me at first, and why he fell in love with someone else so quickly.

  Fortunately, I restrained myself.

  Because facts tell me, Zhu Yang and I have indeed broken up, without any lingering feelings.

  "Alright! Let's go!"

  I struggled out of my melancholy as if I had split personalities and immediately agreed to Fang Wenke's request.